It's that time of year - the sun is out and so is school. A poem about enjoying the land and the freedom of Summer.

The Summer House

On the hill a cleft does rise,

A mount of valleys and distant highs,

The guarding trees from earth do grow,

Of the plains we often sow.

Down the road delved deep in side,

Do the clearings open wide,

Reveal a hidden source of spring,

That we do love to stay within,

The remnants of floods that are not done,

Shine beneath the jealous sun,

As we run in and underneath,

The water flows from the rocky teeth.

Wildflowers spread without fear,

In the meadow, broad and clear,

And we make their beds of buds bereft,

Before the summer has all but left.

Until next eve we wait in hope,

To see again the breathing slope,

A place of life and sun and blue,

But we must wait until the year is new.


Submitted: October 04, 2007

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Amazing write Bonnie! keep it up (smile)

Fri, October 5th, 2007 11:24pm

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Thank-you very much! I certainly will keep it up, and thanks for being so supportive- that's what I love about Booksie.

Sat, October 6th, 2007 2:22am

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